A drop of warm tears rolled down and fell on the back of Wen Tong's hand. She hurriedly wiped away her tears and tried to smile, making her voice sound calm and happy, "Nonsense, the fortune teller said that Xiao Le can live a long life."
One hundred and one years old."
"One hundred and one years old?" He closed his eyes lightly, "That's great."
"Yes, I promise Xiao Le that she will live to be one hundred and one years old."
In the early morning, Wen Tong was making breakfast, Wen's father and Wen's mother were busy filling the soy milk, and Xiao Le was also helping.
After the family finished their busy work, they sat at the dining table to have breakfast.
Wen Tong peeled an egg for Xiao Le, then lowered his head to stir the porridge in the bowl.
Wen's mother and Wen's father were sitting across from each other and chatting. Wen's father asked: "How much does a pound of eggs cost now?"
"It's still four and a half. I went to several markets before I found one that was four and three. By the way, I saw that old Feng downstairs. He was dressed very fashionably."
Lao Feng is a well-known single mother in their area. Because her daughter married a rich man, who gave him a car and money, so Lao Feng wanted to tell everyone he met how capable he was.
girl.
Father Wen said sarcastically: "What's so proud about earning money from your own daughter as a second-milk? How can you spend it without feeling ashamed?"
"Girls nowadays have nothing to do but work as mistresses for rich people. Alas, this society has no sense of shame anymore."
Bah!
The spoon in Wen Tong's hand fell on the table.
Xiao Le hurriedly asked: "Sister, are you burned?"
"No...no..." Wen Tong felt that they were talking about the person as if they were herself.
She was so embarrassed that she didn't even dare to raise her head. She hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of porridge and then stood up and left. "Mom and Dad, I'm full. I'm going to deliver the bean curds."
"Hey, sister, your coat." Xiao Le chased out and handed her the coat.
Seeing Xiao Le's smile, Wen Tong felt much more comfortable. Just as he was about to go out, he heard Xiao Le rejoicing, "Fortunately, that woman named Feng is not my sister."
Wen Tong almost ran away from the door.
The morning air was so fresh that Wen Tong took a few hard breaths before she finally recovered.
She couldn't tell what kind of relationship she had with Beichen Xiao. A rich and powerful man like him must have already married and started a business. Although she didn't have any intention of contacting him, no matter what the purpose was, as long as she had sex with him
In a certain sense, even if he is not a third party who destroys other people's families, he is still an underground lover who sells his body in exchange for material things.
Fortunately, Beichen Xiao did not make their relationship a storm.
At least, he knew how to respect her and would not blatantly pick her up at the school gate. But he had a volatile temper. There was no guarantee that if he was angered one day, he would do something that could destroy her.
, if that day really comes, Wen Tong doesn't even dare to think about it.
The morning wind is slightly cool.
Wen Tong rode her bicycle from house to house in the alleys, putting fresh and hot tofu pudding in sealed plastic bottles and putting them in the milk box outside the door.
"Hey, Sister Douhua, it's so early." The uncle doing morning exercises greeted her.
He quickly threw a bottle of Douhua to him and said, "Please drink it."
After saying that, he rode his bicycle and drifted away quickly.
"How can this be done? I will send the money to the store."
Because Wen Tong delivers Douhua in the community every morning and she looks sweet and cute, the people here gave her an affectionate nickname: Sister Douhua.
Wen Tong parked the car in front of a large house. This was the largest villa in the community, with a single family.
She has never met the owner here, but every day she comes to deliver Douhua and when she opens the milk box, there will be a beautiful piece of origami wrapped with a brand new five yuan inside.
She took the money, put the beancurds and three yuan in change, and then folded the origami paper into a paper crane.
It was the same this morning. After her thin and nimble back disappeared, the window on the second floor suddenly opened slowly. Behind the window stood a man with a tall body like jade. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but the moment he moved his hands and feet was full of emotions.
lure.
Like his people, his voice was also full of clean air, "Rong Xuan, go and bring up the bean curds and paper cranes."
"yes."
He held on to the window railing and smiled, his posture charming.
Behind him, colorful paper cranes hung all over the roof.
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"morning."
Wen Tong had just parked her bicycle in the school garage when gorgeous and slightly lazy monosyllables suddenly entered her ears.
She raised her head and saw Luo Xi.
He was still wearing a black and blue school uniform, a white shirt, and a schoolbag casually slung over his shoulder. He had one hand in his pocket and looked at her with the corners of his mouth curved.
I have to say, he is such a good-looking boy, with an air of nobility all over his body. No wonder he was named the school boy as soon as he transferred to another school.
The pursuit of the school belle has long been a topic of conversation after class at Bincheng Middle School.
The two walked into the classroom one after the other.
He sat opposite her, rested his arm on her desk, supported his handsome face, and asked with a smile: "Can I borrow your math homework to copy?"
When did he transfer to her class, and when did he sit in the front seat of her?
This boy seems to be able to do anything he wants to do. Is his mysterious identity, his sudden arrival, and his unexpected familiarity just a coincidence?
Although Wen Tong was surprised, she still took out her homework and handed it over.
Luo Xi's eyes followed her slender hands, which were as white as jade, with slender knuckles, healthy pink finger caps, and small white crescents underneath. He thought that they would be very soft when held in his hands.
He took the homework and smiled brilliantly, "Thank you."
Opening his schoolbag, he took out a cup of bean curd. The word "Wen Ji" on it immediately attracted Wen Tong, and she opened her mouth in slight surprise. He actually drank their bean curd. Does that mean that he lives in
He was near her, but she had never seen him before.
As if sensing Wen Tong's doubts, he turned his head and blinked his beautiful eyes, "It tastes good."
This provocative move made Wen Tong immediately lower her head, her face flushed unnaturally. She took the textbook and ignored him.
Luo Xi is good at basketball, not only because of his height of 1.85 meters, but also because of his almost professional skills. Therefore, as soon as he stood on the basketball court, he was immediately attracted by his handsome appearance and outstanding skills.
A bunch of nymphomaniac girls gathered around him.
The boys also wanted to be assigned to a group with him, and those who were assigned cheered unabashedly, while those who were not assigned were dejected.
On the other side, Wen Tong is working hard to practice the long jump. Her long jump results always fail. Although she has worked very hard, she is always a little behind.
"Luo Xi is so handsome!" Nympho a.
"The way he dunks looks like Jordan!" Nympho b.
"He just smiled at me!" Nympho c.
Wen Tong sat down in the sand, scratched his hair, and sighed, still failing.
At this time, a beautiful hand stretched out from above her head. She raised her face and saw Luo Xi standing in front of her, with the golden sunshine behind him. His whole body was like a fairy tale coming out of the sunshine.